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[Intro: milo] Yah Yah Yah Yah [Verse 1: milo] Yet another, American Apparel tune Feral coon, cat scratch fever in a sterile room Reviewing Tim Kaine's relationship goals while peril looms My materials will fail me soon And yet still complete as a apple core Rap remind me of the Apple Store Too many geeks selling trinkets in uniform Clay under my fingernails, etched it in cuneiform Break out the nae-nae, then the Methuselah pop And I feel like Arthur Miller when The Crucible drop The tragic mulatto is neither Ajamu Baraka with a Scyther We are no longer an ordinary peoples Occupy myself like an off-roading vehicle [Hook: milo] And that DJ over there, he tried to buy power over karma I giggle softly like I'm Wilmer Valderrama Hosting a show about "yo mama" jokes Treat the last scene like an Aphorism (like a, like a) And that DJ over there tried to buy power over karma I giggle softly like I'm Wilmer Valderrama Hosting a show about Yo Mama jokes Treat the last scene like a, like a [Verse 2: Lorde Fredd33] Need a straw for my holy nose Which is broke as a camel's back, puff a camel in Camelot Prod and poke, you get smoke like that You more smoky than Smokey Robinson Robbing some kid named Bruce, didn't want to do his folks But shit, they shouldn't of moved, I bop like I'm from the 'Raq I could prolly show you the groove, you kiddies lacking the drive Set alarm and then hit the snooze Responding to colored killings by taking pictures in suits Keep telling me speak the real (You can't handle the truth!) Who are you? Silverstein Writing my pain away on the silver screen Haha... *pew pew* And yet another tragic scene Killed over skittles? No wonder they take magic beans [Verse 3: YCP Beno] Quell all the ra-ra shit before I get it shaking like the Parkinson's See if niggas want the smoke, I got the maples, couple Swishers Cement blocks up on your feet, it's laying dormant with the fishes I play the game while y'all squad by the fences Bogart a pussy boy? No Humphrey, I found solace in my dungeon Fanatics want the work? Shit, I'm already punching I ain't scared of contact, I'll catch a pass, Devin Funchess Pristine, touchless, you couldn't touch this, I'm in the tundra Ground zero, watch the world burn to sun And money make it all better n' they'll take it all away if you let 'em All I ever had was my soul and my essence That's bigger than bowling balls, you got guns like chicklins Never 'bout the chatter, boys like little women Snickerin' and chitterin', little fiction bitch My whole life is fictionless [Verse 4: Signor Benedick the Moor] Yah, walking tall, what is the essence? I take pride up in my presence And the presents that I learned is lessons Feeling old, I know my death ain't older Every day I take measures to warm my soul up So I don't feel colder, keep the fire flaming Even though they fire aiming at our friends and family, can we... Continue? Yes, we sure will That's our end of the deal, that is our sacred seal For real, present the present and then choose No left, no right, no win, no lose Buckle up your shoes, uh, yeah, no Ponzi, just go Oh, just let it flow-oh-oh-oh
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